Sacrifice of Praise
Oct6 by justhappeneduponthis
I hadn’t felt like singing
As things were too messed up.
I hadn’t felt like giving thanks
Before Communion’s cup.
I hadn’t felt the blessing
That often comes with praise.
I hadn’t seen the sunshine
In oh, so many days.
The business it was faltering
And bankers on the phone
And payroll harder with each week.
I felt so tired, alone.
And here Thanksgiving Sunday.
The church decked out so fine.
With smiling faces all around
But sure no smile on mine.
And strangers showing in the mix
As oft the case this day.
And one new man just two rows down
In pensive pause to pray.
His face seemed rapt, transported
As to his God he turned;
But then I saw the other side
So badly scarred and burned.
A voice inside now plucked my heart,
‘You think you have it rough.
You see that man, how suffering’s toll
Brings out the finer stuff.
And he is giving…giving Son
The thanks that blessed me best
As you might too, in what you do
In passing through your test.’
Oct6 by justhappeneduponthis
I hadn’t felt like singing
As things were too messed up.
I hadn’t felt like giving thanks
Before Communion’s cup.
I hadn’t felt the blessing
That often comes with praise.
I hadn’t seen the sunshine
In oh, so many days.
The business it was faltering
And bankers on the phone
And payroll harder with each week.
I felt so tired, alone.
And here Thanksgiving Sunday.
The church decked out so fine.
With smiling faces all around
But sure no smile on mine.
And strangers showing in the mix
As oft the case this day.
And one new man just two rows down
In pensive pause to pray.
His face seemed rapt, transported
As to his God he turned;
But then I saw the other side
So badly scarred and burned.
A voice inside now plucked my heart,
‘You think you have it rough.
You see that man, how suffering’s toll
Brings out the finer stuff.
And he is giving…giving Son
The thanks that blessed me best
As you might too, in what you do
In passing through your test.’
